Chapter 141: First Stage

Amon entered his room and quietly closed the door behind him.

He walked toward his bed and sat down, letting his body sink into the soft mattress as the noise from the apartment became distant.

He drew in a deep breath before reaching for his phone.

After unlocking it, he opened his conversation with Felicia and began typing.

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Amon:My foster mother can help with the legal work for the land.

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He stared at the message for a moment before sending it.

Felicia’s reply arrived only a few seconds later.

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Felicia:Just so you know, I will decide if she is capable or not, so no hard feelings. If you agree then I’m ready to talk with her.

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Amon smiled slightly. ’What a strict woman.’

He opened Ambrosia’s contact information and sent Felicia’s number to her before putting his phone aside.

"That should make things easier." Amon leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes.

His expression slowly became more serious as he began circulating the energy from the Spirit Sovereign Scripture.

The spirit inside his body began moving in a controlled cycle.

It passed through his chest before spreading toward his limbs and eventually returning toward his head focal point.

With every cycle, the circulation became smoother.

The spiritual energy that had once felt unfamiliar now moved through his body with increasing naturalness, as though his body was slowly learning how to accommodate it.

Amon took another slow breath as his muscles gradually relaxed.

The tension that had accumulated throughout the day began disappearing, while his mind became quieter with every passing moment.

There was a strange sense of calmness spreading through him.

At the same time, he could feel something else. A strange sensation of power.

It wasn’t the explosive kind of power that came from using a powerful spell.

It was deeper and much quieter than his physical power.

It felt as though something inside his body was slowly becoming stronger without making any noise.

Amon continued cultivating with his eyes closed and the room became completely silent around him.

He couldn’t tell how much time had passed anymore.

A few minutes could have gone by or perhaps an hour.

The concept of time gradually lost its meaning as Amon drifted deeper into the calmness created by the Spirit Sovereign Scripture.

His breathing became slower, his consciousness became lighter and then he felt it.

Something inside his body began pulling his consciousness somewhere else.

Amon immediately recognized the sensation.

His body was beginning to move toward the Spirit World.

He quickly lowered the amount he was circulating through the Spirit Sovereign Scripture.

The moment the flow weakened, the strange sensation began to disappear.

Amon opened his eyes slightly. "So that’s how I stop it."

He had been worried that repeatedly cultivating the Spirit Sovereign Scripture would eventually force him into the Spirit World.

But now he had discovered a way to control it.

Whenever he felt himself being pulled away, he could simply reduce the circulation of the technique.

Amon smiled faintly. ’Atleast I won’t die from it now.’

This is probably the only way I can think of to stop myself from going there.

He closed his eyes again. Taking a deep breath, Amon began the same process once more.

The spiritual energy started circulating through his body again.

His breathing slowed and his mind became quiet.

Once again, he reached the point where his consciousness began drifting toward the Spirit World.

This time, however, Amon immediately reduced the flow before the sensation could become too strong.

He repeated the process again and again.

By the fourth cycle, something suddenly changed.

Amon’s entire body trembled slightly.

The sensation wasn’t painful, however, it felt as though something fundamental had shifted beneath his skin.

His muscles tightened for a brief moment before relaxing again.

The spiritual energy flowing through his body suddenly became much smoother.

Amon opened his eyes and a translucent system notification appeared directly in front of him.

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[Congratulations!]

[You have entered the First Stage of the Spirit Lord Physique.]

[New abilities have been unlocked.]

[Spirit Skin]

[Spirit Nervous System]

[Spiritual Sight]

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Amon stared at the notification for a long second.

"...What?" He blinked several times before reading it again. "What’s all that supposed to mean?"

His curiosity got the better of him.

Amon raised his hand and reached toward his forehead.

The moment his fingers touched his skin, he felt something strange.

Amon froze in his movements. ’...What the hell?’

There was something beneath his skin that hadn’t been there before.

Amon frowned and immediately stood up.

He walked toward the mirror near the corner of his room and stared at his reflection.

At first, everything looked normal.

His hair was still slightly messy from the bath, and his face looked exactly the same as it had earlier.

He only noticed something unusual when he focused.

A thin whitish layer seemed to exist beneath the surface of his skin.

It wasn’t visible everywhere but it appeared faintly around his forehead and seemed to move whenever he concentrated on it.

Amon raised his hand again.

When his fingers touched his forehead, the white layer suddenly moved.

It slowly emerged from beneath his skin and covered the surface of his forehead like a thin translucent membrane.

Amon’s eyes widened. "What the hell?"

He touched it carefully and it felt almost like skin but it wasn’t quite the same.

It was smoother and strangely warm, despite its pale appearance.

Amon stared at himself through the mirror before slowly pulling his hand away.

The strange layer immediately sank back beneath his skin.

Amon blinked. "...Okay."

He wasn’t sure whether that was supposed to be normal.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, instead of focusing on the Spirit Sovereign Scripture, he focused on the strange sensation inside his head.

Almost immediately, he felt something.

At the very top of his head, where the spiritual energy seemed to gather most strongly, there was a strange concentration of spiritual energy.

And from that point... Something was growing.

Amon’s expression slowly became confused.

He could feel thin strands extending from that point and spreading through his head.

They weren’t ordinary nerves....They felt spiritual.

Yet at the same time, they were somehow becoming connected to the nerves that already existed inside his body.

Amon remained completely still. ’Are those... new nerves?’

He concentrated further and the sensation became clearer.

The spiritual strands continued extending outward.

It moved deeper into his nervous system as though his body was constructing an entirely new network.

Amon slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at his reflection with an increasingly suspicious expression.

"...Am I turning into some kind of alien?"